Where you are

You’re calling for me
In this corner of the cell where there’s nothing
But walls
You’re in my head
You’re wanting my company
I can feel it barely tingle like some current running through a wire in the brain
I stare at the wall when there’s nothing there
But the more I stare, I feel more
Like I’m living fully
And that everything else that I did didn’t matter
What matters is only you
And in me, when I listen, is where you are

 

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Badness

The worst thing that you can do is try to substitute feelings
What I feel is what I feel is what I feel
Intention’s as clear as day and as finicky as a buzzing neon colored night light
In all this badness, I fall down on my knees
Still looking up

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Choosing to be present

I went through a state of extreme confusion, frustration, and subtle fear. What is it that I want? What should I seek? How should I be?

These series of confusing pieces just kept piling up with more and more questions, and less and less answers. I felt trapped and it felt horrible,

Until I decided to drop my shoulders.

Suddenly, the only thing I felt was the comfort from my relaxed neck muscles. I felt happy. All illusionary problems disappeared. Being present felt better. Being present was a choice.

How awesome it is to let it just be, and to let yourself feel what you feel, when you simply choose to be primitive.